MIDDAY POETRY – “The Unfolding”

eternity since
the doors opened
still waiting at the sill
shivering I
to enter or to run
hide or reach within

pull on all the strengths
walk through
into the unknown
vulnerable
trusting in the good
the magic unfolds

at times glimpses
of infinity and love
preserving them
a desired skill
more than not
there are moments
defining the past
and fears that scream
into the future

a new chapter
every day
an opportunity
to transform
oneself
into love

awaits

recording of the above poem read by the author

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